Date: Sat, 25 Sep 2004 01:32:31 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-book 8, chapter 13

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 8-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2004 by billwstories
Chapter 13 -  A Duck for Easter.                  March 2004

Saturday morning, most of the boys slept in late, so I was surprised to see
Duck wander down early, to join Jake and me in the dining room.  "Would you
like some coffee and a little breakfast?" I asked him.

"Sounds great," he responded, as he sat down beside me.  I started to get
up to get what he wanted, but Jake put his hand on my arm, to get my
attention.

"You stay here with Duck and I'll get his breakfast," he offered.  I tried
to protest, telling him I could do it, as Jake seems to end up doing most
of the cooking anyway, but he was adamant and wouldn't give in.  As Jake
walked away, he asked Duck, "Do you take anything in your coffee?"

"Yes, milk and sugar, please," he replied.

"You may have regular milk or French vanilla creamer," Jake offered, "and
sugar or Equal.  Which would you prefer?"

"The French vanilla and sugar would be great," he told Jake, and soon, he
was brought his cup of coffee, with the appropriate items to add to it.

"What would you like to go with it?" Jake asked him.  "We have eggs, toast,
bagels, English muffins, hot and cold cereals, waffles, pancakes, sausage
and bacon."

"Whatever is easiest would be fine with me," Duck answered, trying not to
be too big of an imposition.

"Duck, tell me what you want and I'll make it for you," Jake told him.
"I'll probably end up doing most of that for the others anyway, so name
your poison."  I don't think Duck had ever heard that phrase used before
and he recoiled when Jake said it.

"That's only an expression," I told him.  "Jake won't actually poison you,
at least not intentionally," I added jokingly, which made Jake shoot me a
dirty look, and that caused Duck to giggle.

"You guys are funny," he told us, though I wasn't sure if he meant our
looks or our actions.  Not wishing to know for sure and have a bruised ego,
neither of us pinned him down to find out what he meant by his comment.
"Okay, I'll take eggs, toast and sausage," he finally responded.  "If
that's not too much trouble?"

"Not at all," Jake replied, "but how would you like your eggs?"

"Over easy, if you please," came his reply.

"And would you like jelly, jam or marmalade for your toast?" Jake followed.

"Ah, jelly will be fine, thank you."

"Strawberry, Raspberry or Grape?"  Jake grinned, knowing Duck was not used
to all these choices.

"Raspberry, please," he told him, before adding, "you guys sure make this
interesting."

"Oh, we're not done yet," Jake advised him.  "Sausage links or patties?"
This caused Duck to laugh even harder.

"Links, please," he stated, and then Jake disappeared into the kitchen.  It
was only a few minutes later that Jake returned with Duck's breakfast, but
he had also fixed a little something extra for the two of us too.  We were
eating and chatting when some of the other boys began to filter downstairs,
still groggy but hungry.  Jake told them to wait a few minutes, until he'd
finished his meal, and then he'd fix them something too, or they could do
it for themselves, whichever they wanted.  Most of the boys decided they
could wait.  What lazy bums.

Once everyone was fed and sated, we sent a group of them to do the dishes
and clean up the kitchen, while we directed everyone else to get ready to
go to the park.  I had some things planned for today, special types of
things to do while Duck was here with us, because I remembered him telling
me how much he missed having a family.  I thought we could do some things
he might have done with his family and I hoped this might put an end to
some of his regrets.

It was an early spring day, on the cool side, but the sun was shining, so I
told everyone to wear jeans or sweatpants, with a flannel or sweatshirt to
go with it, and athletic shoes.  What they didn't know was what I planned
on doing.  We loaded them all in the vehicles, drove them to the park,
unloaded and then I announced we were going to have a touch football game.
I grabbed the football out of the van and tossed it to Duck, and handed
Vinnie a whistle, because he would be our referee.  Jake and I had made a
list and divided the teams up as evenly as possible, before we came down to
the park.  Jake and I would play on opposite sides and we had split the
boys up according to their abilities.  As I read off the names of who would
be on which team, the boys came to stand beside either Jake or me, and Duck
ended up on my team.  Everyone seemed excited about playing, because these
games always turned out to be a lot of fun for everyone, so we soon got
started.

The game was very competitive.  We were all taking turns playing the
various positions, with Jake and I acting as the center or linemen at
times, receivers at others, and we both played quarterback a few plays.
One thing we didn't try was running back, as we knew we couldn't outrun
these boys.  We were swapping touchdowns and the score was growing quickly,
seeing the boys were more interested in scoring than anything else.  They
were the same way off the field too, interested in scoring, so to speak.
However, not everything went smoothly and there were a few disputed plays.
Of course our referee, Vinnie, had to step in and settle these disputes,
and his word was final, though it didn't mean everyone always agreed with
him.  There was the usual ribbing about his abilities, such as someone
would offer him a pair of glasses or ask him if he needed a rulebook.  It
was all done good-naturedly, however, so no one was offended.

One time, when I was playing quarterback, I had just thrown a pass to one
of my teammates, when Danny tackled me, not roughly, but I went down.
Before I knew it, I had several boys piled on top of me, including my
little devil Andrew, who was on MY team, and when I complained about no
call, referee Vinnie ended up on top of the pile.  We were all laughing and
I started tickling whomever I could reach, and that's when I saw Duck come
into view and hop on the pile with everyone else.  I guess he was feeling
like part of the family now.

After order was restored, and that took many minutes to accomplish, we went
back to playing the game, which my team eventually won by a touchdown.  I
think the boys decided to call it quits there, so Duck would be on the
winning team.  I hoped he appreciated that, because the boys were probably
not going to be as generous on his future visits.  He seemed to really
enjoy himself and he talked about the game and how much fun it was all the
way home.  I was glad he seemed to have liked what we had done.

Once we returned home, I sent all of the boys to clean up and change,
because I told them that after lunch we were all going to the movies.  I
let the boys choose what we would see, after asking them privately to make
sure Duck had some input into the decision making process, and I told them
we could even split up between a couple of different movies, if they
couldn't all agree.  Saying they understood, the boys went off to check out
what was playing online.  After we cleaned up too, Jake and I set about
preparing pizzas for lunch.  We knew the boys would like that, and with
this crew it would take several pizzas to fill them up, so there would be a
rather large selection of toppings available.

I also prepared a large salad to go along with the pizza, as most of the
boys liked that too, and I put the lettuce in one bowl, with smaller bowls
containing cucumbers, carrot strips, bacon bits, croutons, onions and
tomatoes.  That way everyone could take what they wanted and not end up
with anything they didn't want.  I also placed out several varieties of
salad dressings, because we had such a wide variety of tastes to
accommodate.  Once everything was ready, I called all the boys to the
dining room and made sure I got what I wanted first, before I watched them
literally inhale the rest of it.  Duck just gawked in amazement, as he
watched all of that food disappear, and his only comment was, "How can you
afford to feed all these guys?"  I just winked at him and shrugged my
shoulders, which caused him to grin and giggle.

After the boys finished the pizza and salad, I pulled out several half
gallons of ice cream for dessert.  We went around the table asking what
flavor or flavors each boy would like, and if he wanted two or three
scoops.  We tried not to overdo it with desserts, but we all liked
something a little sweet to top off the meal with.  After passing the
various bowls around and everyone had finished their ice cream, I asked
them what movie they had decided on.  I was surprised to learn that the
boys had all agreed on going to the same movie, something that rarely ever
happened any more, so I told Duck he should feel special.  He said he
understood, after hearing the give and take going on while they were
deciding what to see, but he told me it was fun to be part of that process.
After the boys had cleaned off the table, put the salad dressings and ice
cream away and rinsed off the dishes, before putting them in the dishwasher
and starting it, we got ready to leave.

I did get some strange looks in the ticket line, as I ordered three adult
and sixteen student tickets for 'Taking Lives,' and the cashier did ask to
see the student I.D.'s of some of my older boys.  It was a matinee showing,
which I like, because it does save us a little money too.  After getting
the tickets, I told the boys they were on their own if they wanted any
snacks, seeing they had just finished eating.  Only a few of the boys went
to get anything, but I knew they all had money with them, so that wasn't
the problem.  After everyone had what they wanted, we went in to take our
seats.

With these smaller theaters and the way my eyes are getting, as I grow
older, I have to sit in the back of the theater.  Most of the time, Jake
and I will sit in the back alone, as the boys prefer to sit in other areas.
However, when Duck decided to sit with Jake and me, the rest of the boys
followed suit, and we took up most of the back two rows of the theater.
The movie was quite interesting, about an FBI agent tracking down a serial
killer who takes on the identity of his victims, after he murders them.
Most of it was tastefully done, without the excessive blood and gore, and I
think everyone enjoyed it, overall.

After we got back from the movie, I let the boys entertain Duck, as I knew
he'd enjoy playing video and other games with them, instead of hanging with
Jake or me.  The boys were always good about doing such things with
visitors, but I knew Vinnie and Kevin would want to be a big part of this.
They would have been more than happy to entertain Duck on their own after
all he had done to help Vinnie out, during that post-Valentine's Day
fiasco, but they also realized Duck would probably prefer interaction with
the others as well.  A few hours later, I advised everyone they had about
an hour before we'd be going out to dinner, as I had made reservations at
one of our favorite restaurants.  They could dress casually to this
establishment, so most of them would just wear what they wore to the
movies, but a few of them were going to change into something else.  When
the hour was up, we piled back into the vehicles and headed out to eat.

I did not invite the extended family to join us this time, primarily
because Duck didn't know them yet and I felt he needed more time with just
us, seeing all the boys at home.  Some of the extended family would be
joining us for Easter dinner tomorrow anyway, so he could meet them then,
and I felt it best to leave it at that.  The restaurant had set up two long
tables for us, as one would get too unmanageable for this large of a party,
and Duck sat between Vinnie and me, with Kevin on the other side of Vinnie.
After we ordered our drinks and our meals, Duck decided to share some of
his observations about his visit.

"This has been really great," he told us.  "I can't tell you how much I've
enjoyed being here with y'all."

"Duck, do I detect a bit of southerner in you?" I teased, referring to his
use of the word y'all.  He grinned.

"Not really," he answered, still grinning.  "Two of the guys I work with
are from the south and I guess I've picked that up from talking with them
so much."

"Oh, I see," I told him.  "So rather than teaching them proper English,
you've decided to just assume their southern slang and drawl."  He grinned
some more.

"It wasn't intentional, but they say it so much, I guess I just kind of
added it to my vocabulary too."

"Ah, yes.  I know from raising so many boys that bad habits can be picked
up more easily than good ones."  He laughed at that observation.

"I guess so, at least it is with me," he admitted, and we all agreed that
was probably the case with most of us.

"So, what do you think of my insane asylum?" I asked him, changing the
topic.

"I think it's fantastic," he beamed.  "I've had so much fun and everyone
has been great to me."

"Well, enjoy it while it lasts," I advised him, "because I'm sure that will
change."  Duck flashed me a puzzled look, so I thought it best to explain.
"Right now they're on their best behavior, seeing you're new to our family,
but once you're just another family member, all bets are off in the nice
department."  This elicited another laugh from him.

"Oh, so I'm getting special treatment right now?" he joked.

"You might say that," I advised him, briefly.  "Once you're a long-standing
family member, they'll treat you like crap, just like they do the rest of
us."  This brought some mild protests from some of the boys, as they
complained they didn't do things like that.  However, I don't think that
thoroughly convinced Duck about their sincerity.

During dinner, I told Duck what I had planned for the next day, and he
seemed to be fine with the agenda, so I asked him what time he planned on
leaving to return home.  "No later than 8:00," he advised me.  "I have to
work the next day, so I don't want to get back too late.  I still have a
few things to do when I get home."

I told him that would work out fine, and he might even be able to leave a
little earlier than that, and that seemed to please him.  It was about then
that our food arrived and our conversation tapered off, so we could enjoy
our meal.  The food was good and some of the boys did continue to talk to
Duck throughout the meal.  I was glad to see they were all enjoying this
give and take and getting along so well.  After we finished our desserts, I
took everyone out for another round of competition, but this time it was at
the local bowling alley.

Bowling is not something we do often, but I thought it would be another fun
family activity we could do with Duck.  Seeing most boys are competitive by
nature, I thought I'd incorporate that into the outing.  There were
nineteen of us in all, including Jake and myself, so I split us up into
five teams of three and one team of four.  This way the boys could still
compete against each other, but as part of a group.  I had decided the team
of four would take the best three scores for each game, so they would still
be competing three-on-three, but would have the advantage of tossing out
the lowest game.  That way everyone could bowl and take part, without any
team having an unfair advantage over the others.

I made sure Vinnie was on the team with four bowlers, just because I wasn't
sure how he would do, though he told me he had bowled before.  I had no
doubt Vinnie would give it his best and he probably would hold his own, but
I felt it best to have a safety valve, just in case things didn't go as we
hoped.  Besides, one team would have to have four people, so this would be
as good as any.  I knew that Vinnie, Kevin and Duck would all probably want
to be together anyway, so with the luck of the draw, they ended up with
Andrew on their team as well.

The way I had planned it was like this.  We got two pair of lanes, with
three teams bowling on each pair.  That meant that there would be nine
bowlers on one pair of lanes and ten on the other.  Each team would bowl
three games and then we'd add up total scores and announce the winners
accordingly.  I thought that should be fun for all of them.  Now that we
all had our bowling balls picked out and our bowling shoes on, I assigned
the teams to the two pairs of lanes.

Trust me when I say that none of us would have qualified to go on the Pro
Bowlers' Tour, but we did have some interesting and comical moments.
During one game, Sammy's hand had become sweaty and as he went into his
back swing, the bowling ball slipped off his fingers and came shooting back
toward those of us who were waiting our turn to bowl.  He was quite
embarrassed by this little mistake, but we were all laughing so hard that
it was almost impossible for him not to join in the jocularity.  After he
collected his bowling ball again, all the boys pretended to hide behind
their seats, to avoid a repeat performance, but they made sure Sammy saw
this and heard their comments.  It was just one of those little ways the
boys had of making you feel special.

"Take cover," Ricky yelled, as he ducked down behind his seat.

"Women and children first," Andrew added, grinning at his brother, and then
he also hid behind his chair.

However, Sammy wasn't the only one to have a little faux pas on the lanes.
During the final game, Dustin, who had been bowling quite well, had a
problem of his own.  His fingers had begun to swell and during one of the
final frames, the ball didn't come off his fingers at the release point.
Instead, it clung to those swollen digits during his follow through, and
then finally came off his hand as it was reaching upward.  The bowling bowl
momentarily soared up toward the ceiling, before it came crashing down on
the lane, which caused everyone around us to stop and turn toward our lane,
to see what had just happened.  As Dustin tried to act nonchalant and watch
the ball creep toward the pins, the others began to make their comments.

"Was that a shot put or a bowling ball?" Kevin teased his old boyfriend.

"Hey, Dustin, make sure you fix your divot," Brandon joked, throwing in a
golfing analogy.  Surprisingly enough, Dustin did knock down six pins with
that shot, but as he came back to get his bowling ball to pick up his
spare, Ricky and Little Ricky, who was mimicking his idol, grabbed chairs
and held them above their heads, as if that would protect them from bowling
balls that might rain down from the ceiling.  Dustin just shot them a dirty
look, before he picked up his spare, but he did grab Little Ricky when he
came back, and began to tickle him.

"Do you think you can get away with making fun of me?" Dustin asked him.

"Ricky, help me," Little Ricky squealed, in between his fits of laughter,
and soon his namesake came over to help pull him out of Dustin's grasp.
Oh, Dustin could have maintained his grip on him, if he had wanted to, but
he had proven his point, so he released him and allowed Little Ricky to
believe Ricky had come to his rescue.

Our fun didn't rely only on the lighter moments of bowling either, and
there were some moments of amazing success as well.  At one point, Pat left
a 3-7-10 split.  The 3-10 is a small split, on the right side of the lane,
and the ball will fit between the two and pick them up, if thrown properly.
However, the 7-pin is on the far left side of the lane and the 3-pin must
be slid into it.  Just because someone picks up the 3-10 portion of the
split does not automatically mean the 7-pin will be picked up as well.
However, Pat's shot was placed so perfectly, he knocked down all three
pins, picking up his spare, and getting the congratulations of the others.

"Great shot, Pat," Graham told him.  "That was really awesome."

"Yes," Duck added.  "I bowl quite often and I think I've only seen the
split picked up twice before.  Well done."

"Can you teach me how to do that," Andrew asked innocently, yet sincerely.

"If I was sure how I did it, I'd show you how," Pat told him, "but most of
it was just luck."  Andrew looked disappointed, as he was hoping Pat could
teach him that trick, so Pat told him he'd help him as much as he could,
which made Andrew perk up again.

Another interesting time was when Jake threw six strikes in a row, which
really impressed the boys.  Jake mentioned he had bowled in leagues when he
was younger, had always done fairly well, and now he was starting to get
the feel for the game again.  Regardless of why he was doing so well, the
boys often came to him to ask for pointers, which seemed to please Jake
immensely.

The one other thing that seemed to impress all the boys was when Dion
bowled his first 200-game.  He did this quietly and none of us noticed it
until it was over, which was quite an amazing feat.  He'd picked up all his
spares during the game, which in itself was a rare occurrence, but he'd
also had a double (two strikes in a row) early on, and then he finished up
with a strike in the ninth frame and the first strike in the tenth frame,
which gave him a 202 score.  The others all fawned over him, telling him
how well he did and what a great game he had, and Dion just basked in the
limelight.  He was king of the hill, for the moment, and loving every
minute of it, but his team didn't win.  That honor went to Jake, Graham and
Pat, so we all congratulated them and acknowledged their supremacy on the
bowling lanes.

Before we left, Duck made sure he came over to us, to let us know that he
really had a great time.  His team had come in second, but he said that
didn't matter, because he enjoyed every second of it, no matter how they
had finished.  I was glad to hear that and Duck was still glowing, so I
knew he was being honest with me.  I was extremely pleased we had been able
to fill another void in his life and possibly ease the years of regret and
pain he had endured.

After bowling, I took the boys home and I left them to their own devices
for the rest of the evening.  They were all good about not going out of
their way to shock Duck as well.  They avoided running around the house
nude and they kept their lovemaking private, so as not to offend his
sensibilities, though I doubt it would have bothered him much, if at all.
Eventually, I urged them all to get to bed, because tomorrow was Easter
Sunday and we'd be having another full day.  After some mild protestations
and promises that they wouldn't stay up to late, I left them and went to
bed myself.

Sunday morning I got everyone up and ready for church.  Duck was informed
about this in advance and was excited about joining us.  He said it had
been years since he'd attended a church service with his family, so he
thought this would be fun.  When we arrived at the church, we noticed it
looked a little different than normal.  Being Easter, the altar area was
decked out in Easter lilies and there were swaths of purple cloth draped in
several key locations.  This service was about the hope of the resurrection
- He Is Risen - so it was very joyous.

Afterward, we went out for our normal Sunday brunch, but I reminded the
boys not to stuff themselves, as we'd be having our Easter dinner around
5:00, as that's when our extended family was expected to arrive.  That way
everyone could get home at a reasonable hour, especially Duck, who had a
fairly lengthy drive back home.  They all said they understood, and ate in
moderation, by eliminating one of their normal side dishes.  The reason I
told them that was because we usually wouldn't eat our Sunday dinner until
between 6:00 and 6:30, so this would be early for us, and I wanted them
hungry for Easter dinner.

We had an enjoyable meal, and there was the typical joking around and
banter, and I could tell Duck was enjoying the give and take.  After we
finished up, we drove back home, knowing we still had things to do, before
our guests arrived.  As we were pulling in the driveway, Vinnie made an
observation.  "Pop, there's someone here," he informed me, pointing toward
our front porch.  As I looked in that direction, I spotted what appeared to
be a prepubescent boy sitting there, with his head bowed into his chest and
his arms folded underneath, like he was trying to pull inside of himself.
Right away I asked the boys to wait in the van and let me approach this kid
alone, so we wouldn't scare him off.  They reluctantly agreed, so I got out
of the van and made my way toward him, while someone else jumped out and
told Jake and the boys in the Suburban what was up.

I slowly made my way toward him, smiling and trying not to spook him.  As I
drew closer, I immediately noticed he was dressed in clothes that were
probably two-sizes too small for him.  He wasn't looking up yet and I
didn't want to surprise him, so I softly called out to him.  "Hi, my name
is Josh Currie and this is my house.  Is there something I can do for you?"

Hearing my voice, he looked up and I was immediately struck with the sad
dejected look on his face.  However, what really caught my attention was
when I looked into his eyes - those two, deep, icy-blue pools that made my
heart melt.  He was cute, in a scruffy sort of a way.  He was unkempt and
unwashed, had brown hair, which also had lighter brown and dirty-blond
highlights streaking through it, and his hair had been cut in a modified,
tapered bowl-shape.  He didn't answer me, so I spoke to him again.  "Hey,
I'm Josh.  What's your name?" I asked again, to see if he would respond
now.  Still nothing.

He was watching me move toward him, but he wasn't trying to run away or
anything, yet he still wasn't replying to my queries.  I wasn't sure why,
so I thought I'd try again.  "It's a little cool out.  Are you cold?" I
asked him, but still no response.

As I continued to move closer, I noticed a tattered suitcase sitting next
to him and I began to think he was a runaway.  He still was making no move
to get away from me, so I continued to approach him, and that's when I also
noticed that there was an envelope taped to the top of his suitcase.  I was
now standing beside him and I could see the envelope was addressed to me.
I reached down and pulled the letter away, ripped it open and read the
handwritten letter inside.


Dear Mr. Currie,

His name is Jesse and he is 10-years old.  I read about you and your
foundation and figured you could help him out.  I just can't do any more
for him.  My new husband makes life extremely difficult for Jesse and I
know my son would be better off without his stepfather in his life. I can't
leave my husband, because we could never make it on our own, but I know I
can't leave Jesse around him for much longer.  The older Jesse gets, the
worse the abuse becomes.  Don't get me wrong, my husband never hits the
boy, but he is verbally abusive to him.  He is always referring to Jesse as
the dummy, because he doesn't speak, but he also calls him a retard.  The
thing is, Jesse isn't dumb or retarded.  When he was 4 1/2 years old, he
saw his father killed in a drug deal gone bad and he hasn't spoken a word
since that day.  Up until that time, he was progressing like any normal boy
and he talked all the time.  But after his father was murdered, Jesse has
never spoken another word.  If he stays with his stepfather much longer, I
fear for his safety and mental well-being.

I'd heard you were a very religious person, so I knew it would be safe to
leave Jesse while you were gone to attend the Easter sermon.  Enclosed you
will find a legal document giving you guardianship of my son, because I
know you will love him and care for him like I wish I could.  Please do all
you can for him and I know he will grow up to be a fine man.

Thank you for doing this and all my love to both of you, Patricia Wells

'Oh, Lord.' I thought.  'What am I going to do now?'

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